There was a girl named Maddie, and Maddie was her name.

Her last name came from Husband Dear – Cochere was his game!

Maddie wore her name with pride but this name brought her strife,

When one day her ‘Maddie’ name, almost cost a life…

The day, it was a windy one, the land all slippery ice.

When Maddie’s dog (the feisty hound) decided ice was nice!

As Mrs C decided it was time to go a-stalking,

The door ajar, the dog decided it was time for walking…

Maddie had one foot outside, the doggy – he had four.

One moment more, and Maddie C would have shut the door.

But Husband Dear came running, and called out through the gap,

‘My love! My sweet! I’ve caught my finger in this Venus fly trap!’

At the word of ‘Maddie,’ the dog, he turned around.

And slipping on the frozen ice, his body hit the ground!

He slid and skidded all around, his four legs splayed about,

Maddie screamed, and then she fell, landing with a clout!

Before the dog could slide away, into the great unknown,

Maddie lengthened out her arm, and cried in monotone:

‘Oh, doggy dear, my dearest pet, reach out a leg or paw!

And then, dog-friend, I’ll tug you close and save you – that’s for sure!’

The dog did so, and Maddie too, as husband watched it all.

The lady and the canine, upon the ice did crawl!

Until they reached their living room – their fortress from the snow.

Three deep breaths, a can of coke, then Dr Mario!

Police sketch of Maddie after the terrible incident that left one dog’s belly severely frost bitten. Notice her black eye and missing tooth – injuries sustained on the ice – yet she still manages a smile. What a trooper! Also notice her local police station can’t afford a proper letterhead. Also, why did they do a sketch of the poor woman after she hit her head on the ice? Aren’t police sketches for tracking down criminals? I don’t know… I can’t explain the police, people, just go through their garbage.

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